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Bitch Sickness

アーティスト:Tech N9ne  アルバム:Albums  作詞:DON JUAN/CAYSON DA JUAN DARVELLE  作曲:DON JUAN/CAYSON DA JUAN DARVELLE 

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TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 1st verse: This is the beginning I only been it for winning Through every inning Till the ending chase g's these pretty women Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon Its realistic you got ur twisted lifted off the feat i keep 6 clips with my heat like im enlisted, nigga this is far from the army navy or marines, we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team, To make the green, fuck u fakers my eyes dreamy, for that 2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, bitch save the royal playas dont hate an innervator... TECH N9NE 2nd verse: U gotta disease nigga, so please ease away from me's nigga, my feas ease be's about that cheese nigga, your PH balanced for a man but made for the woman lets understand this, niggas backwards ish hop when do the shit stop nigga like a land lets live and learn, about to playa hate when a nigga get his Gs, flippin hella keys, fuckin bitches money got the riches when the other mitches working miccy d's, i done seen niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me, currency thickness due to the bitch sickness, this tecca nina, niggas hate me thinking that they're grass is greena, they the tortoise and im the huffin hyeena, never dealin witta bitch, nigga this one goes to the bitch ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 3RD VERSE: When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean, life for riches, gold diggas havin finesse, put a slug to ur chest with that


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